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You may call them nightmares
But I call them demons
You can’t see the spiders
But I do…
You can’t feel the reaper
But I hear his steps
You are not the keeper
But I am…
You may hear their song
But don’t see the angels
It won’t last for long
They’re already here…
Giant angels with black feathers
Surrounding me tonight
Black eyes black lips black blazers
Waiting for midnight
One that holds a silver knife
One that holds a golden key
Death may be my final bride
Dead I am about to be
You may be a simple man
But I am the chosen
You can if you’re willing run
But I can’t…
You are feeling of some cold
But I touch the ice
You can no more my hand hold
I am frozen…
You can look into my eyes
I can’t look at yours
You can see me watch the skies
But I don’t…
Many as a kid had I heard of stories
Of black angels of hell
Hundred fairytale knight’s glories
And the casting of a spell
There’s no kingdom nor are witches
Only angels around
Death and life’s cord a few inches
Just a single sound
You can prey on the stars
I am one of them
You may run between the cars
But won’t find me…
You can visit my stone
I will see you there
You will never be alone
I already am…
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